25 August - End of Climbing Hiatus

I finally got the info on this weekend's camping/ climbing trip to Frankenjura! There are 23 of us going... of which, I know myself, Skylar, Michele, and Mick. I've seen some of the others around the gym and at the crag, but I don't know any of them by name and have never spoken to them more than a head nod. Mick is a really good climber and I am pretty sure the rest of the group is pretty hard core as well. I just hope there are some easier routes I can do without holding them up at all. I mean, I know at the gym, it doesn't matter if one person is better than another, but outside, you set up routes and we are most likely leading them... they are not going to want to bother setting up easy routes. Oh well..it's Frankenjura and it looks incredibly beautiful, so if nothing else we will just sit back and enjoy the scenery :)

Michele is also back from his vacation, so we met at the gym tonight. Thomas was there too and he's really nice and a really good climber as well. I was saying something about Skylar and camp and he goes, "You have a son?! How old is he?" I say, "10" and he says, "How old are you?!" and I tell him and he says, "WoW!" He said he was 30, but assured me that he has no kids. I told him, good for him. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, it was just strange. 21 doesn't seem that crazily young to have a kid, but maybe I've just gotten used to it.

Riding home from the gym was a bit colorful tonight. It was a bit late and when Skylar's not with me, some guys seem to think it is OK to holler at me. I was riding past this one bar with a bunch of guys crowded around an outside table and they start talking to me as I ride up and get more giddy as I get closer. I sped past them as fast as I could and they shouted a few things. For all I know they were telling me there was a big snake up ahead, but I didn't slow down to explain that I don't speak German, so who knows.